10 comments/ 10491 views/ 24 favorites Dark Genie Ch. 01 By: MaximumPotential4vr I went straight to my room the moment I entered the house. No pit stop to the kitchen, no crashing on the couch and seeing what was on some of my favorite channels, just a beeline to my room and right onto my bed. In my opinion, there was almost nothing better than being covered in the warmth of your blankets. I was already drowsy before I got in bed so the moment my head hit the pillow, I knew it would only takes second for me to enter slumberland. "Di, get down here and get the stuff out the car!" My eyes snapped open and I looked at the door as if it was speaking some foreign language. Given the current state of me being half-sleep, the option of getting out of bed and doing what a door says seemed highly unlikely and I turned over and went back to falling asleep. I was literally on the doorstep of the dream world when I heard footsteps marching upstairs. There was nothing more irritating than someone interrupting your bed time. Or if someone were to snatch the blankets right off you and left you feeling the breeze, not that there was one in the summer anyway. "Mom, I'm catching a few winks," I complained. "Get the stuff out the car, first," my mom, Martha, ordered. I was about to make a fuss about how I'd do it when I woke up, but I saw the look on her face. Her face may have been stern, but it was saturated with pleases all over it. Mom had just gone through a divore with my Dad, Nick, and her resolve had all but depleted as she had to keep to herself from shattering in front of, if no one else, her former love. My reason for staying in bed suddenly didn't mean squat and I got out of bed. I followed her out the house and we went to empty the car of the groceries. "Di, did you get me new makeup?" she asked. "Yeah, I think got them last week," I answered. "I didn't know which one you wanted to have, so I got a bunch so you can pick your favorite." Mom nodded her head, then her face went dark. Obviously, she didn't want to think about what happened last week. That was the week that she found out that Dad had been cheating on her with our traveling agent for three months. In all truth, I had thought the agent had wanted to go on the cruise with us because she didn't get out much. It wasn't until halfway on the cruise that she accidentally spilled the beans and Mom went silent. From what she to me, she sought Dad out, smooched him up next to the rails, then tried to feed him to the sharks. The agent didn't do anything but watch as she knew Mom would definitely make her sleep with the fishes. So she tried the next best thing she could come up with: coercing me into getting Mom off Dad. And for that, she got a pie to the face. I snuck a look at Mom, and she smirked to herself as she put some groceries away. Even I knew she was proud that she had Dad on the other side of the rails before security came and detained her after two hours worth of struggling. They took me with her as well even though I gave my sincerest statement that I wouldn't try to harm my Dad. I guess it was because I never took my eyes off him, maliciously smirking in his direction or perhaps the fact that I practically turned the agent into a dessert with limbs. Now that I remember, he took me all because I said, "Revenge has never looked so delicious." Though in my defense, it never had. My stomach growled so I grabbed the essentials to make a sandwich and them on the table. I also grabbed a bag of chips and started making lunch. "Mom, are you hungry?" I yelled as she was in her room. "I'm good," she replied. "I'm only doing this once," I told her. "I'm good," she repeated. Oh, well. I finished making my third sandwich and opened the bag of chips and went to watch a Jim Carey movie. Most likely A Series of Unfortunate Events. I had just sat down when there was a knock on the door. No no no no no no no no, I thought. I waited few minutes before playing the movie. It had just got done with the commercials and logos when there was another knock on the door. Ticked off, I stomped my way to the front door, ready to yell at the person responsible for interrupting my lunch. Okay, so I wasn't going to yell until my vocal cords die of exhaustion, but still, whatever happened to peace and stop bothering me? I opened the door and an elderly man came into view. "Are you going to participate in the park sale?" he inquired. "There's a park sale going on?" I said, immediately intrigued. "Hey Mom, is it alright if I go to some park sale?" To be brief, I didn't get an answer. Shruggingly, I dug through my coat pocket in the hallway closet and pulled out a Jackson and some loose change. I followed the guy to around the neighborhood until we arrived at the park. And truthfully, this is not what I was expecting. It seemed like everyone in the surrounding neighborhoods showed up and wanted to be a part of this event. There were booths of all sizes, selling just about anything that might interest someone. There were a few games for the kids to play, while the teens talked amongst themselves and the adults either watched or managed the booths. I figured I'd buy something for Mom since I was here so I went looking around until I came to what seemed like a female's retreat full of feminine things. The moment I stepped up, the lady in charge stopped me. "You seem to be lost, the men's items are back that way," she instructed. "No, I came here to check out some of your stuff," I told her. "You're a cross-dresser?" "What?! No!" "Then you're gay." I gave my best Don't be stupid look and went around looking for something Mom would like. There were a few jackets in some bins, but I knew Mom had enough jackets to sleep under. She might grow out of the pants and shirts, so there would be no point going for those, I thought. In the end, it came down to two earrings and a necklace or an unopened box of slippers. "How much for the jewelry right here?" I pointed. "Fifty dollars," she answered gruffly. "Then I'll take the box of slippers," I decided, "How much is it?" "Fifteen dollars," the lady said. I paid the amount and walked away brusquely. A few people gave me a couple of looks as if they never seen a guy buy something for a female before. There were a few things that I wanted as well, but unfortunately they were outside my price range. After walking more or less than an hour, I gave up and walked away from the park sale. As I crossed the street, I noticed a lady attempting to carry a large box when it toppled over and the contents spilled out. Instinctively, I rushed over to her and helped pick up the items. "Why thank you," the woman said. "I didn't expect a gentleman to come help me over a simple thing as this." "Well, I've been taught to assist someone if they need and want it," I explained, "even if it is a simple thing like this." "That's nice," she stated. "Then how about I give you something for your kindness." "I don't have enough money to buy any of this expensive looking stuff," I told her. "I didn't say sell, I said give," she reminded me. "Wait, you mean for free?!" I asked, shocked. "Yes," she answered. "Your kindness didn't cost me a thing, so its only fair that I return the favor. Pick anything you like and you may have it." When I made sure she wasn't joking, I inspected each of the items before settling on a box labeled: LAVA LAMP. The moment I read that, I knew I wanted it. I had never actually seen a real lava lamp so I figured this would good choice. She left in the direction of the park sale and I made my way back to the house. I didn't even get to the porch when the front door swung open and Mom stepped out. "Where were you?" she demanded. "I went to the park sale," I answered. "I told you before I left that I was going there." "I didn't hear you say anything about going anywhere," she glared. "I practically yelled before I left," I said. "Did you hear a response?" Mom asked and I shook my head. "Next time, don't go anywhere without my permission." "Sure Mom," I replied, looking down. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Mom checking out the slippers I got her and decided to play my trump card. "I got the slippers for you, if you want them." "Are you trying to bribe me?" Mom squinted. "Nope," I denied. "I had to convince a lady that I wasn't gay or a cross-dresser before I got these." "And what's in the other box?" Mom inquired. "A lava lamp," I smiled. She rolled her eyes at my temporary immaturity. "Just don't go anywhere without my permission," she said, acting as though she was still serious. She took her slippers and I followed her into the house. When I passed the living room, I remembered my lunch I was supposed to eat. All three sandwiches were gone and the bag of chips was half empty. Mom you glutton, I thought sourly. I put the lamp in my room, fixed me three more sandwiches, and finished the bag of chips as well as all three sandwiches. After cleaning up my surroundings, I went upstairs, opened the box, and pulled out the lava lamp. It was a beautiful blue color for most of the part and yellow at the bottom. I set it up on my dresser and went to get ready for bed. First I took a shower and put on a pair of boxers and some sweat pants as pajamas. I caught my reflection and the mirror and couldn't help but check my self out. First and foremost, I was around five foot seven and weighed about a hundred fifteen pounds. I had analyzing black eyes and straight nose above a well kept mouth. My hair looked like jungle at night, stretching across my head as if it wanted to take over my face. My body was a bit fit although I haven't kept a strict regime to exercise. I walked back to my room and tossed the towel in the hamper. That wasn't a good idea though as the towel hit the dresser and the lava lamp tilted back and forth before freefalling to the floor. I leapt to catch it, but, even though I caught it with both hands in a tight grip, it shot out hands and hit the wall. I scurried over and snatched it up, checking for a scratch. Without warning, a puff of blue smoke shot out and engulfed my head before I could jerk my head back. I automatically felt sleepy as if I've never gone to sleep in my life. I stumbled around my room as it shook me all over the place. I tried to grab onto something to steady myself but my right hand wouldn't grab onto anything I put it against. As it turned out, the lava lamp was still in my hand, puffing out smoke every other second. For some reason, I couldn't let it go, or summon the will to let it go. At one point, I felt like I wasn't even touching the ground. I looked to my bed and fought my way over to it as the room turned blue. I don't know how I knew this, but I knew that I would black out when the room was completely covered in the blue smoke. Luckily, I fell on it before my room was filled with the smoke. Just before I blacked out, I made out a feminine figure. Her face was obscured by the smoke, but I got the impression that she was breathing this stuff in. In that short observation, I swear I heard a voice say, "Master." I woke up a few hours later, grateful that I had taken that blissful sleep. I walked out my room and went around the house. It was empty, except me of course, since Mom must have been called in to help the political party of Tim Hall do some kind of event. Which she might not come home until after midnight, meaning I have the whole house to myself for a good four to five hours. I walked into the kitchen and fixed me a bowl of noodles, then another one since I didn't want to pause my leisure time because of hunger. Right after that, I watched the first movie of the Transformers film series. Sometimes, it felt good watching a movie I haven't seen in a while. As the movie transpired into the last battle scene, the A/C turned on and I suddenly regretted not thinking ahead to bring a shirt. As much as I wanted to stay and watch Optimus and Megatron duke it out over the Cube, it was going to have to wait until I got back downstairs. I was going to take my time, but it seemed the air suddenly went crisp and I bounded up the stairs for a shirt. The moment I barged into the room, I noticed at least three things that was slightly off about my room. The first thing was that it was clean. I'm not a slob, but I did have a few things on the floor. Right now the floor was spotless. Which had me worried since I had left the lava lamp on the floor after I passed out. That led to the second thing, as the lava lamp was sitting back on the dresser in the exact place I put it. Now, I don't know if I'm a sleepwalker but I do know that I could not have put the lamp in the exact place I had it before it fell. Since I ruled that possibility out, I figured the culprit had gotten into my room while I had been either sleeping or eating. I was going to call Mom, but as it turned out, I didn't even need to do that. The culprit was sitting on my bed, stark naked as if people were born like this, and waiting for to be acknowledged. Did I also happen to mention that the culprit was a hot, sexy female with all the perfect figures I could have ever wanted in a girl. Sorry Transformers, you're going to have to wait. "Good evening, Master," she bowed. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I replied. "Is there anything you want me to do, Master?" she asked. I thought I detected a seductive tone hidden beneath that question, but in my current state, I wasn't sure. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I answered. "I can do anything you want Master, anything at all," she giggled. Now I know she was trying to seduce me. With my facial expression faltering in the line of duty, my brain went through all the faces of females I've met, although there was no luck in putting a face to a name. I closed my yap and then the door for privacy, even though I was the only one in the house. With a naked chick. Then it all cilcked. Of course, it all made sense now. My other two friends, Lewis Farland and Nick Campton, were both smarter that me, so they were most likely doing this. They had probably heard of the winter prank that was pulled on me, so I was almost positive that they were the real culprits. Well I wasn't going to let them pull one on me this time. "Alright guys, you got me," I admitted. "This is a pretty nice attempt to get me embarrassed." "Master?" the girl inquired. "You don't have to keep on with the joke," I informed her. "I know what this is. This is a 3D holographic projection." "Master, what is a 3D holographic projection?" she asked. Now this was taking things a bit too far. I know this was a joke, but if you don't let all the participants know about the joke you're going to pull, then you're just cruel. "A 3D holographic projection is . . . a three dimensional image sent across a certain distance wirelessly," I explained, even though I didn't know what I talking about. "Do you want to me to become a 3D holographic projection?" she inquired. "What do you mean 'become a 3D holographic projection'?" I said. "You are a 3D holographic projection already." I put my hand on her head to show her what I meant. Now, holographic projections were mostly made of light, so my hand was supposed to flow through this girl's head without a problem. Imagine my surprise when I felt actual hair on an actual head. I practically jumped out my skin when she looked up at me and smiled. "What are you?!" I asked, backing against the closet door. At the moment, curiousity and fear were going for each other's throat with me as the prize. "I am you genie," she answered, standing and allowing me to once again marvel at her glorious body. "A servant imbued with magic to fulfill your every wish, Master." "You're a genie?" I repeated. Curiousity had won. "No Master, I am your genie," she corrected. "My genie?" I asked, confused. "Yes, Master," she confirmed. "That's a bunch of baloney," I replied. "If you were a genie, much less my genie, then you'd tell me what I'm thinking right now." "Yes, Master," she said. "Master, you're thinking about how hot and sexy my body looks. Thank you, Master." She was suddenly blushing and I automatically grew hard. "That was a lucky guess. Besides, I'm a guy so that was a giveaway," I stammered. "Now, if you're really a genie, take me to my favorite place in the entire world." "Yes, Master," she said, her eyes glowing. "Bet you can't do tha-" I said, before we teleported, leaving behind a wisp of smoke. Dark Genie Ch. 02 I've always wanted to skydive. The air rushing by you face literally covers you, blocking all sound so that you can't hear anything else while you're falling. Of course, you'd need a few items to do this activity. A parachute, goggles, gloves, and boots were some of the items I knew you had to have to do this activity safely. So let me tell you when I suddenly appeared over my dream house a few thousand feet in the air, I had none of the items listed. It only took a second before I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I knew somebody was bound to look up at an idiot freefalling too high in the sky. And to make it even worse, the girl was there as well, albeit I think she was enjoying it far more than I was. "IS THIS FUN MASTER?" she yelled at me. "PUT ME ON THE GROUND!!" I hollered. "WHAT?" she screamed. "PUT ME ON THE GROUND!!" I repeated, probably even louder. "YES, MASTER!!" she replied. Instantly, we were on the ground. She was standing looking up at the sky, clearly wanting to do that again. I, on the other hand, was having to refrain myself from kissing the ground. Until I recover from this, I'm taking skydiving off the Things I Want To Do list. "What did you do?" I demanded. "Master, you wished to go to your favorite place in the entire world," the girl explained. "But without protection?!" I nearly hollered. "M-m-m-master, you didn't include having protection when you were in your most favorite place," she stuttered, fear crawling on her face. "Of course I didn't" I said, seeing my own mistake. Walking away I said, "Well in any case, I guess you proved your claim about being my genie." "Master, where are we going?" my genie asked as she caught up with me. "Home," I explained. It was then that I realized that she hadn't stepped outside the house, so I decided I might as well show her around the neighborhood. And in that moment, I also realized that we weren't in my neighborhood. The trees were more tropical, the road curvy, and there were a lot more bugs making a lot noise than those that would at might house. "Where are we?" I asked, hoping that we were in my mind and not where I think she took me. "Hawaii," she answered. "Why are we in Hawaii?" I growled. "Your favorite place in the entire world was over your dream house, which is located in Hawaii," she informed. And right behind us was my dream house, in the . . . whatever it was made out of, bricks I guess. I felt like the dumbest creature in the world at that moment. I sat on the grass as I contemplated where I inherited my stupidity from. Since we were in the Pacific right now, the sun was still setting. I sighed. There was now absolutely no way for a shirtless guy and a naked girl to get transportation back home. And even if there was, there had to rules against improper dressing attire. I'd have to have a genie to get back home. "But Master, you do have a genie," my genie said, interrupting my thought process. I haves got to stop speaking out loud. It took a couple of minutes for me to realize that my stupidity was worse than I thought. "Genie, you took us from my room to up there, right?" I asked quickly, to which she nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And then from the sky to the ground when I wished for it, right?" "Yes, Master," my genie answered. "So then I wish that I was back at home," I declared. "No, wait. Back at home, in my room." "Yes, Master," she answered. And with that we were back in my room. "Yes! Back in my room," I cried. I gave my genie a quick hug before jumping on the bed. No sleeping on rocks or grass. No listening to the bugs chit chat all night long. And all the warmth I could ever want. My life right now was content. I looked at the genie standing by the door, as if she was waiting for my next wish. The image of me going off on her flashed through my mind and I suddenly felt remorse that I did so. "Hey genie, I want to apologize for getting angry with you," I said. "It wasn't right and I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." "No Master, I'm sorry," she replied. "I should have thought of your well being when you made your wish. I am the one at fault." "How about it's both of our fault and we're both forgiven, okay?" I suggested. "Yes, Master." "You know, as much as I've gotten mad at you, I don't think I've rewarded you yet. What would you like to do?" "Whatever my master desires." "I'm pretty much content at the moment. So what is it that you want?" "Genies do not desire anything but to make their Master's wish come true," she explained. I rubbed my hair as I looked her, unable to keep my eyes from traveling down her body. "Well, there is one thing that I've always wanted." If it hadn't been noticed before, I kind focus on the major things at hand when given the opportunity. Which is why it came to my rememberance that this girl was still naked. The girl had wonderful, flowing dark hair that reached the upper portion of her back. Her eyes were sharp and blue like a sapphire while her nose was small and adorable. Her lips were small but lush and it seemed the peachy color they had was its natural color. She had an amazing pair of breasts that didn't appear to be sag. Her stomach seemed to be hiding a six-pack, but was still taut and firm. Her hips and thighs both had a fine shape, with muscle hidden beneath a thin layer of fat. Her legs absolutely stunning. Strong enough for a fast burst of speed, but still soft to the touch. And last but not least, her treasure box, her goldmine, the one place the naked eye wouldn't see even if it was given the once in a lifetime opportunity. It was small with a few strands of hair standing up, and appeared to be tighter than a boa's constriction. "Master, do you like what you see?" my genie inquired. "Yeah. Hey, when all that smoke came out of that lamp, was that you?"I said. "Yes, Master," she answered. "I needed to know what your ideal woman would look like so that you wouldn't fear me as much if I hadn't." "Well, you definitely made the right choice," I complimented, making her blush. "Since I'm going to reward you, come lay on the bed." I moved out the way as she obediently walked to the bed and laid down. My conscious was still struggling to accept this, since I wasn't really into ordering people around. Then again, how was I going to win an argument against a girl, much less a genie, about what she did and did not want. I mean, when she was created, the "master" thing must have been added as an ingredient if it was this serious to only want to grant a master's wish. "Master?" "Oh, sorry about that. I accidentally jumped on the train of thought." "The . . . train of . . . thought?" "We'll discuss that later, right now, sh." She nodded and I opened her legs. Before, I only had a downward view of her hiding spot, but now I was at perfect eye level with her nectar making, honey drip- I slapped myself mentally before I went down that road again. Since this was my first time, I could only follow in the footsteps of all the great lovers in bed: by just wingin it. Dark Genie Ch. 03 First, I started with her legs. As much as I wanted to start off with her breasts, I didn't have a problem working my way up. I planted small kisses on her left leg first then moved over to her right and followed the same process. I continued my path up to her knee and I even gave both of them a lick or two to gauge her reaction. She giggled. I rubbed my hands down her thighs as my mouth followed afterwards. I gave her thighs a couple of smooches and now she was moaning from pleasure rather than giggling. As I got closer to her lips, our breathing grew heavy from anticipation. I gave her thighs a kiss good-bye and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. It was time. I gave her lips a lick and I heard her gasp. Encouraged, I licked her a few more times and she started wiggling. I ended up having to put her legs over my shoulders for better access. Eventually, her moans turned into pants and I thought I heard her say more Master, more Master as I did my best to work my tongue all over her vagina. It took her some time, but she also started secreting lovely juices that I eagerly lapped up. Incredibly, she tasted sweet with an undertaste of a pinch of salt. I paused for a breath of air and watched my genie's breast rise and fall. I think I made her come, I thought, gleefully. I suddenly felt like this was a waste of time. My hormones were demanding to take things to the next level, even though my conscious said it bordered real close to being wrong. And, as if they were actually talking to me, my hormones reminded that this was MY genie who said that she'd grant whatever wish I wanted and desired whatever I desired. And with that, even my conscious jumped on board of the pursuit of pleasure. As her panting went down, I redoubled my attack on her lips. At first, she froze from surprise, but the second after that, my genie was wiggling all over the bed. I almost ordered her to stop moving, but I soon saw it as a challenge and did my best to keep her in place. Without warning, she rolled over and I was trapped between her legs on the floor with her tasty lips right in my face. Don't mind if I do, I thought. I grabbed her hips to lift myself even closer to her vagina the exact same time she sat on my face. The result of that was my tongue was forced into the hole I so hungrily longed for. I moved my tongue, albeit amateur style, and tried to get in as far as possible. She immediately whimpered, and if that wasn't the sexiest sound I just heard, I don't know what was. It sent me into overdrive as I wanted to here that sound again. I wanted to hear it no matter what I had to do. I wanted to hear it like it was the only thing that kept me alive. Unfortunately, my tongue slipped out and the whimpering stopped not long after it. In a desperate attempt to get it back, I went back to licking her sweet lips. I couldn't reach her vagina with my hands since her legs had them pinned to the ground down to my elbows. As I furiously worked on getting that hole, my genie abruptly grabbed the bedpost and started grinding her hips into my face. I don't know what I licked, but if it made her act like this, then I needed to find it again. I licked all over her nether regions as she kept humping my face. At one point, something bumped against my nose and reflexively, I latched on to it. As it turned out, it was her clit and that set her off like a fire hydrant. I mean seriously, I don't know if it was pee, water, or cum, but it drenched my entire face before it stopped. This girl is a squirter?! I thought. Is this what I wanted my dream girl to be? Okay, that was a yes, but that was just from licking! As hot as that sounded, I don't think my genie is ready to go to phase two. If she got this wild from just licking, then I couldn't wait to see what happened when we actually have sex. Besides, judging from this angle she passed out, which was lucky for her, I guess. I, on the other hand, was awake but exhausted. I had a nasty headache, my neck was aching from being forced to stay in one position, my arms were throbbing from the weight of her legs pressing into them, my abdomen and back was sore from supporting my torso. However, I couldn't even feel my legs due to the absence of use. A few minutes later, my genie woke up, yawning and stretching like it was morning. She looked around the room, as if something was missing. It took her a few minutes to remember that I was still under her and she hopped off me. Grimacing, I struggled to drag my body in a sitting position and even then, I could only leaned my head against the bed. "Master, I'm sorry!" my genie cried. "I am not fit to be you genie!" "What . . . are you . . . talking about?" I chuckled, still catching my breath. It seemed she already got hers. "I disobeyed you twice when you told me to be quiet and when you told me to lay on the bed," she sobbed. "And on top of that, I hurt you! I am not worthy of being your servant anymore!" So she was encouraging me for more, I thought. It pained me to shrug, but I did so anyway. "I accept whatever punishment you desire." she submitted. "For giving me the time of my life? That was incredible!" "But Master! I disobeyed you, twice, and I hurt you. I must be punished!" Not that I'm complaining, but I got a little bit annoyed. Not with my genie (never in a million years), but with the one who created genies. Why should she have to demand an unwilling Master to punish her? It really didn't make sense but at the moment, its not like I could do anything about it, as if I ever could. "Okay, you're right," I agreed in mock seriousness, though it seemed like she couldn't tell the difference. "You did do a few things against my orders so I guess it does seem right to punish you for your disobedience. Lay on my lap, on your stomach, and don't move." She obeyed without a word, although she seemed to be taking this a bit too seriously. "Because you disobeyed me twice and hurt me in five different places, I'll give you fifteen spankings to remind you not to do it again." I grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them to check out their actual firmness. She instantly flinched, but I ignored it. Once I had my full of feeling up her cheeks, I knew what I had to do. Regrettably, I raised my hand and with all my ferocity, I hit my genie's cheeks with a loud SMACK! She grunted while whispering apologies to me as I repeated the cycle fourteen more times. I didn't want her to happen to look back at me and see a smile on my face as I spanked her, which was why I toyed with her cheeks in the first place. I didn't want her to think I enjoyed doing this. When I neared the last of the spanks, I noticed she had tears streaks going down her face. That's it, I decided. I did a quick one-two, then hoisted her up and had her straddle me. "Don't ever demand that I punish you ever again," I ordered. "I will decide if you are to be punished, understand?" She nodded as she silently cried into my shoulder. I rubbed her back in an attempt to sooth her and eventually, she stopped crying. This is why I didn't want to punish her. Although she did disobey me, I wanted her to see that it didn't matter and that I already forgave her. It was a good thing that I gave her so few or she would have most likely told me to finish the act. This was another thing that I would change if I could. The punishment was for the master or mistress to decide if he or she wanted to, not the servant, slave, or whatever derogative name they call their genies. "Oh!" my genie moaned. I looked at her in amusement. "Are you trying to continue without me?" I asked. "No, Master! It just felt good and I-" she started. "Go on," I smiled, enjoying her embarrassment in getting caught. "I . . . I . . . I thought you might need some help with that," she said, pointing at the tent in my pants. "Hm, it appears I do," I smiled. "Well, since you noticed that, let's get right to it. I wish my clothes were off." "Yes, Master," she replied, her eyes glowing. My clothes vanished like smoke and we were now both naked, staring at my 7 ¼ inch dick. "Master, I don't think that is going to fit inside me." "You don't have to act like that," I sighed. "I know that you know that I don't like this size. And I know that you know that you desire whatever I desire and so forth and so on. So we both know we don't like this size, do we?" "No, Master," my genie, whispered, caught red-handed. "Which is why I want my dick to grow to 8 ½ inches." "Yes, Master." We both watched as I felt my dick, already hard, grow from its normal size to its new normal size. It felt a bit weird, as if my dick was made of clay and someone was lengthening the size, all the while keeping the same size of the width. No wait, scratch that, the width also expanded at least a centimeter or two so that now, not only was it bigger, it was also thicker as well. I looked up at her. "I saw what you did there," I smiled. A flash of fear showed on her face. "I didn't say I didn't like it; besides, it means more fun for me." I leaned in and did a quick peck on her lips. This, of all things, shocked her and she blushed intensely. Her blushes were driving my hormones crazy. I kissed her again, this time for a much longer time while I played with her lovely breasts. I gently squeezed and mashed them together, making her give off a sexy moan. I wanted her right then and there, but I told myself I'd get there after I got a taste of her nipples. I made a trail of licks and kisses from her mouth to her nipples, then sucked on them as if they had milk coming out of them. However, it soon became hard to keep my mouth on my nipples as she started humping my dick. That problem was rectified immediately when she locked her arms around my neck, and I got a mouthful of her nipple and her delicious breasts. She also wrapped her legs around my waist and continued humping me. My brain was overloading with surprise as she kept moaning and panting, and I rolled both of us over and positioned myself at the entrance of every man's desires. "Genie, I -" I began. I wanted to make sure she was ready before I took things to the next level. "Master," she panted, reaching up for more kisses. Forget that, I thought, this girl wants me and she wants me now! I eased into her entrance and we made a noise even I couldn't explain. I pushed gently trying to see how far I could go, but almost immediately, I hit an obstruction. My genie cried out in pain and I just about pulled out in case I severely hurt her. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yes, Master," she replied. "Are you telling me the truth?" I asked. I needed to know if she was lying to me in case I would get mad at her or if she just wanted to keep the flow going. "Yes, Master," she answered. "Then again, it wouldn't matter if you were lying to me or not," I thought out loud. "You would still be in pain. I wish you couldn't feel the pain of your virginity being taken." "Yes, Master," she said, her eyes flashing, to which I just noticed had a hint of blue on the edge. The moment the flash in her eyes were gone, I eased my way back inside her. Her muscles squeezed me while I slowly filled her all the way back up to her hymen. With a lusting push, I tore through her hymen and buried myself balls deep inside her. Only one word could describe this feeling I was getting: magnificent. Now I see why Louis and Nick said a vagina should be qualified as one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It could literally be described as the best place to be. She had me in a tight but soft grip, squeezing and rubbing me like she was applying lotion with her vagina on my dick, just without the lotion. I moved out and quickly plunged back in. There was no doubt about it now, it absolutely felt better when I moved. My genie had started moaning and whimpering again, encouraging me to go as fast as possible. I latched onto her breasts again, since they were practically begging me to, and tried, and failed, to get some milk out of them. "Oh, Master! Master! Master!" she yelled. My genie was also moving her hips, keeping in sync with me as well as giving my dick the best massage ever. I tried to get in a better position at one point, but I accidentally slipped on something and I ended up falling to the floor for the second time tonight. Of course, my dick fell out and was now threatening to soften due to the sudden drop in temperature. Serves me right for ruining such a good time, I thought. Unexpectedly, my genie crawled on top of me, as if she knew it wasn't over. "Genie, I wish were on the bed," I requested. "Yes, Master," she replied. On the bed, I had her straddle me and start moving her hips back and forth. In truth, I wanted to see if she'd venture out and try to do some of the moves porn stars would do when they'd ride someone. And she didn't disappoint. She was now gyrating her hips uncontrollably and I believe she was picking up speed. I was getting very close and, judging how she just kicked it up a notch, I knew she was close, too. "Master! Master! Master!" she cried, eyes tightly shut and lost to the world of pleasure. My hands were currently idle and her breasts were unrestrained. I didn't like that. I grasped her breasts for dear life and gave her nipples a little twist. Abruptly, my genie froze and cried out in absolute pleasure. Her vagina was clenching me with such strength that I had no choice but to come with her. I filled her up in about three to four shots but still shot about five more after that. She collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and smiling, kissing each other every once in a while as my cum seeped out her vagina. "That was amazing, Master," my genie grinned. "You took the words right out of my mouth," I said, yawning afterwards. That took a bit too much out of me. Time to hit the sack, I thought. I wasn't a nude sleeper (it felt too weird) so I wished for my lower clothes back on. As I drifted off to sleep, I watched my genie return to her gaseous form and seeped back into the lamp. I guess it was a good thing I helped that lady today, I thought, before sleep overtook me. Dark Genie Ch. 04 Sorry guys Internet was down so I'm doing this through my phone. But I did get three more stories you'll love. =] I have heard the complaints about the confusion so I changed the main character's name. MP4 ***** A few hours earlier . . . "Master, we've found her," a secretary told her boss. "Are you positive it's her?" the Master growled. There had been a few . . . disappointments that he wasn't all too excited about that kept on happening and it had begun to get on his nerves. He was a strict man who only wanted success the way it's supposed to be done: on the first attempt. "Yes, Master," the secretary bowed. "Then bring her in," the Master ordered. She opened the door and motioned for two guards to drag the woman in the room. She had a defiant face the Master would wipe off soon, but for now, he was content with letting her think she could still make it out alive. She had on some very old clothes, the type that had holes from moth eating it or from it being torn. As much as he was disgusted by it, he had to admit, he would never thought she would have stooped so low to use a disguise such as this. She actually looked like she had just started living on the streets. Her hands were empty, so the Master figured she could have only recently given the last of her precious items to another person. Not like it was going to stop him, though. "What do you think of the view?" the Master inquired. The view was really incredible. It wasn't the tallest building in the world, but the Architect Tower was tall enough to see Disneyworld from the twenty-fifth floor. The people below looked like little bugs from this height and he was quite pleased with that. All he needed was a wish to grow to a humongous size and then he'd stomp like crazy. Wish, he thought, a smile coming to his face. He wiped it off instantly. A grown man like him had put all his childish interests behind him. The only thing, or, in this case, things, that interested him now was what this woman used to have in her possession. "Please, have a seat," he requested after gesturing for his bodyguards to leave. The secretary stayed by the door, as if she had no choice but to be there, with a somewhat crooked grin on her face. "Your transport here was comfortable, right?" "What do you want?" the woman snapped. His smile twitched at her tone. "I believe we both know what I want," the Master replied. He pulled a flute from underneath his desk and waved it the lady. Her eyes widened in shock. He got another one, again. "Where did you get that?!" she hissed. "A recent rising star in the film industry gave this to me," the Master stated. "At first, she looked a lot like you when I 'happened' to pass by. I took pity on the girl and promised her I could get her in if she gave me something that meant the world to her. And that was this." She clearly knew who he was talking about. Her defiant attitude was gone now and its place was a muzzled lioness fresh from the savannah. He should make this a hobby; making people feel helpless and defenseless. He watched the woman think, knowing that she would try and stop him from achieving his goal: to acquire every last relic she handed out to simple minded fools. "Your plan is futile, you know," she suddenly said. "What makes you so sure?" he asked. He honestly didn't think she'd try to demoralize him, but his spirits were too high to come down to the moderate level. "A Master is only allowed one genie," the woman smirked. "But you already know that. A genie will not obey a man or woman if he or she already has a genie." "Oh, I know that," the Master grinned right back. "I plan on making a few friends sometime soon and I want to make sure they know the power I have and the power I can give them." "That is not you decision to make! It is mine!" "Oh, I know that . . . Matchmaker, but let's face it, you've been giving these genies to kids." "Actually, they're adults." "Adults?! That's an insult to every respectable adult out there! The 'adults' you've been giving genies to want nothing more than sex whenever they please. Sex, riches, and vengeance is all they want. If they can get that without a genie, why should they have one?!" "Not everyone wants those things, you know." "I'd like to see you find one." "I did. I found one thirty-two years ago who said he wanted nothing more than to detach from society and live in peace and quiet. Remember him?" "Don't you warp my words. I SAID I'd rather leave this criminal infested city with nothing on my back than live in luxury." "And yet your still here," the Matchmaker said. "If you give a guy a genie with unlimited wishes, what on earth makes you think he'd move if he could just better his enviroment?" the Master shrugged. "And now you're practically doing the same thing countless men before you have done," she stated. "Look, Matchmaker, obviously you think I'm taking things down a dark and dirty road. I'm not," the Master said. "I'm just making sure I can put a few 'good' men in business who want nothing more than to better society. And, as a reward to those men with such dreams, I'll give them a genie to hold onto." "You couldn't possibly get all one hundred-" she started, before cutting herself off. "One hundred, why so few?" he grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Or maybe its in the thousands. Millions?" The woman wouldn't answer, much less open her mouth. "Fine then. Venus, put her in an isolation cell." The Matchmaker grinned this time. As Venus' eyes glowed red, the Matchmaker made a little motion with her hands and the genie was swept off her feet, the wish cancelling due to the interruption. Then, she jumped from her seat and intangibly went through the ceiling, flying at the speed of sound. He watched her fly away, regretting that he didn't nab her right then and there. "Master, would you like for me to go after her?" Venus asked. "No, I have people watching her," the Master replied. In a monotone voice, he asked, "Do I have any late meeting tonight?" "No, Master," Venus answered. "Is anyone expecting me at all?" he asked. "No, Master," Venus replied. "Then why are you still in those clothes?" he smirked. The suit disappeared without a trace and Venus stood there naked for the entire world to see. As per tradition, the Master took his seat and feasted his eyes upon his eye candy. Redhead, D-sized boobs, flat stomach, and the sexiest legs a man could ever want his woman to have, she had it all. "You've been a naughty girl, Venus," the Master said. "I'm sorry boss, I promise to do better. Just give me one more chance," she pleaded. "I've given you one too many chances, and yet you haven't taken advantage of any of them," the Master replied, barely keeping his frown in place. "I guess we're just going to have to amp up the punishment and maybe you'll finally get it after this. Or perhaps, you want me to punish you?" "No boss, I don't want to be punished," she trembled. "I guess we'll have to see if you've learned your lesson," the Master smirked, walking around his desk and went to lounge on the couch. "Get busy. And if you bite me again, I'll shove it up your ass, understood?" "Yes, Master," she said. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his ten inch cock. She was always surprised at how much her Master was packing. Every time she saw it, she wondered how any of it was supposed to fit in her. But, although he was most definitely well stocked in this area, this wasn't even the part she liked the most. That part was coming up, though. "Hey this isn't show and tell," the Master growled. "Get to work." Nodding, she gave his cock a few good licks before swallowing half of it in one go. Practice does make perfect, the Master smiled. She bobbed her head a bit and the Master groaned, leaning into the couch as the sensations ran through him. There was no doubt that she had the best mouth in the world. The familiar tingle came upon him suddenly, as always, and he grabbed her head and started ramming his cock down his genie's throat. However, she didn't fight back, more like she tried to move faster than the speed he was going. Thanks to the 'No Gag Reflex' wish, she could take him as far she could fit in her throat and as long as she held onto her breath. He came in her mouth, then down her throat, back in her mouth, and accidentally slipped out her mouth, showering her face with his cum. Venus then flashed her eyes and every drop of cum came off her and she swallowed it all. She licked her lips and smiled, satisfied that she got to fill her stomach. She couldn't wait to fill her pussy. Facing her Master, her eyes flashed again and his magnificent member automatically refilled itself with more cum. She climbed on top and got ready to sink herself on his throbbing cock. "You know what position I want you in," the Master reminded her. Regrettably, she got off of him and crawled on the floor, bouncing her cheeks in an effort to entice him to move faster. "Splendid." He stroked her lips gently, knowing that Venus absolutely adored the light touches. Each time he touched her softly, she jumped and moaned sexily. He stuck his middle finger in her lovely box and she instinctively began humping the finger. He was hard as steel now. He moved behind her and pushed inside her hot, steamy tunnel. The Master moaned in ecstacy as he slowly began moving in and out of her. Venus leaned forward as the pleasure flowed through her, and gave the Master a perfect view of her amazing ass. She's doing this on purpose, the Master figured. Fine, I'll just give her what she wants. After three pumps, he suddenly cranked it up to top speed and began pounding that pussy. Venus immediately started moaning as the pleasure skyrocketed and the Master used her as he pleased. "Yes, Master! More, Master! Master! Master! MASTER!!" She came hard as he emptied all that he had inside her. She panted as the pleasure coursed through her entire body while the Master stood and went back to his seat. By the time he sat back in his chair, Venus was back in her suit with a dazzingling smile on her face. "Thank you, Master." "I think its time we celebrate our little victory today," the Master said. He pulled up a photo that was suppose to show a green house in Hawaii, but all he could make out was the roof and a few windows that were black. "Venus, read my mind and construct the house exactly the way I want it." "Yes, Master," she obeyed. The first thing that came up was the cameras so that he could watch the 'construction' of his house. Before everything started, the background scenery disappeared. He hated any color other than red with a passion. The gate was made first, then a few monuments of him holding the planet in his hands. Then was the house. The first floor went from green to red in an instant and the Master was about to wish to watch the inside when something, no it was somebody, TWO somebodies had caught his attention. The first was a young man with just a pair of sweat pants on. It was clear to the Master that, from the shade of the skin, he wasn't a native to Hawaii. He had a bewildered look on his face as it seemed like he had no idea what was going on. He then turned his attention to the girl. She was straight naked as if clothes never existed in the world before. She also had a blank face, almost convincing the Master that she was a nudist, and thief, who had taken a liking to the man. In that moment, he thought that they were just a new couple, albeit a weird one, in the house who had been caught in the process of his wish. However, all that hypothetical nonsense evaporated automatically. From one moment of sitting back and watching the show, with a little bit of comedy, to the next of sitting straight in front of the screen, the Master still couldn't believe his eyes as he stared them out of their eye sockets to get a much closer look. In the next moment, the young man turned towards the young woman and had an extremely short conversation (NO SOUND?!). Right in his face, the girl's eyes made a brief flash and the two vanished in a puff of blue smoke to some unknown destination. The Master slowly leaned back in his chair and ran what he just saw over and over again until he was sure it was firmly grounded in his mind. With that done, a naughty, cruel, malicious, evil, maniacal grin spread across his face as he began thinking of a new plan to acquire the genie. One hundred, the Master thought. The only problem with that is the short supply of genies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up well-rested like I hadn't slept in ages. Stretching in the morning was always one of my favorite things to do in the morning. I did my best to contort my body in the most unimaginable way to wring any lingering sleepiness out until I was positive I was wide awake. With that done, I quickly jumped in the shower and woke myself up even more with the hot, steamy temperature. When I was finished with all my bathroom duties, I changed into a grey Linkin Park T-shirt and some black jeans to begin my day. My socks and shoes, I reminded myself. I went back in my room and grabbed them from under the bed and put them on. It seemed like my eye was magnetically drawn to my dresser where the lava lamp stood. I was really just going to take a walk around the neighborhood to familiarize myself with the place. I don't really need it, right now. "Xavier!" my Mom called. Crap, it still smells like sex in here! I scrambled over to the windows and opened them to get some fresh air in. The door was closed, thankfully, but that meant Mom would come upstairs and check up on me. Quickly, I snatched the lava lamp off the dresser. How did I get her out the last time? I thought. I went down memory lane quickly and remembered that it shot out of my hands when I tried to catch it. I didn't have time to go through that again. Angrily, I attempted to see if I could twist it when suddenly, that blue smoke puffed out and was absorbed by my genie. "Xavier!" my Mom called, closer. She was coming upstairs. "Good morning, Master," she said. "I wish this room didn't smell like sex!" I hurried. Mom was at the top of the stairs. "Yes, Master," she said, eyes flashing. "Xavier, why aren't you answering me?" Mom demanded, by the door. "I wish you had on a bikini and that the next things I say were true," I rushed as the door flew into the wall, showing Mom in the doorway. "Why aren't you-" she started, noticing my genie for the first time. "WHY IS THERE A GIRL IN YOUR ROOM?! WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Here goes nothing, I thought. "Mom, this is . . . Katie . . . Richards," I began. "She lives in the house next door to us and me and her have been going out the day we met. Her father is a chef at the World's Gourmet restraunt. I told you about her afterwards, but I don't think you were paying attention to me since you were on the phone with you supervisor." "Did you ask if you could invite her over?" Mom glared. So the wish had taken place, I thought. Good. "I texted you around eight or nine if I could," I said, reaching for my phone. "You texted me yes, or at least accidentally." I showed her the phone messages and we both looked to see if what I said was true. Thankfully, it was. Mom looked at us both, suspiciously as if something was off. Trust me when I tell you, if anyone could smell a lie like it was fried chicken, it would be my Mom. I think even the magic was having a tough time convincing her to accept what I just said. I snuck a look at my genie, or I guess I'll be calling her Katie from now on, and it seemed she was having a rough time keeping a poker face and being frightened. If I knew one thing, Mom would be more lenient if you showed plastered your face with fear of punishment. I'm an expert, I have to know this stuff. "So then, why is she half naked?" She crossed her arms. "Its hot, Mom," I shrugged. She was starting to ask the questions where being ready for anything was the name of the game. "But the A/C is on right now," Mom scowled. She almost got me there. But if there was one thing I learned, its only your grave when you get in it. Until then, it belongs to anybody. "We turned it off so we could 'feel the burn' as we did some hot, steamy exercises," I point blank lied. I think the wish had worn off since Mom had an incredulous look on her face. "SOME WHAT?!" she yelled. There was no mistake now, the wish had worn off. Time to play Lie Detector. "Exercises, Mom. You know, pushups, situps, crunches and other stuff like that," I explained. I was going full blast and as all liars know, make it as believable as possible. "Katie, get your camera out the closet and show Mom what we did, please." I hope she thought it as a wish, because there wasn't a camera in the entire house. "Yes, Master," she finally spoke. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! "Master?!" Mom started. I'm telling you, my mom has a look that could kill Medusa and the Grim Reaper. "We had a contest to see who would become the Master and servant," I said quickly. "I won." Fortunately, Katie found 'her camera' and showed Mom what we 'did'. It showed us doing the aformentioned exercises in my room and listening to some music. Although I don't think she was a hundred percent convinced that we were telling the truth, she did cease her inquiry and warned me to not in suspicious situation again or I won't see her again. I guess it was a good thing we did it last night. And that Katie was a genie in case something like that did happen. I laid back on the bed and sighed in relief. I successfully blockaded Mom's attack and forced her to retreat. As much as I had wanted to take a walk earlier, now I just wanted to go back to sleep. Not everybody knows it, but lying can take a chunk out of you if you're not ready for it. I wasn't ready for the A/C question and my answer definitely didn't help make things easier. "Master?" Katie asked. I actually liked that name. "Yes," I replied, getting my snooze ready. "Not to ridicule you or anything Master," she said, " but, why didn't you just wish your mother to just go back downstairs?" I was shocked. I just laid there, rerunning the entire scene in my head trying to figure out why, at any point, did I not wish Mom to go downstairs and that she didn't see Katie or that she was fine with Katie and I having sex. Or that she was at work. As a matter of fact, why did I not just wish that she did not bother me at all. Such questions will never be answered now and such lies like those might never be used again. Consequently, my pondering left me wide awake and as a result, I didn't want to be in bed. I rolled over and came face to face with a once in a lifetime sight: Katie was playing with her breasts. Okay, so she was just trying to fix her bra or make it fit, whatever. The point was that another problem rose up and I was going to make sure I took as long as possible to find the answer. And if Mom comes in, I was going to make sure she accepts it and go away. "Katie, I wish these walls were soundproof," I said. "I also wish that from now on, we have time to have sex in the mornings and at night and that you have random horny moments in between." "Yes, Master," she said, eyes flashing. There wasn't even a second in between the moment her eyes stopped flashing to when I grabbed her. I pulled her into my lap and went for her neck, kissing, sucking, biting (gently), and licking it like it was a popsicle. My hands currently were occupied with her breasts as if that was the only thing hands were made for. Squeeze them twice or thrice, then twist a nipple, my hands were being naughty. It's not like she, or I, cared for that matter. Katie put her arms behind my head and intertwined our legs together so that she wouldn't slip off. Her breasts must be an erogenous for her because with every twist of a nipple she'd grind into my pelvis and with every squeeze she got louder and louder. She was also holding onto me like her life depended on it. It came to a point that I had to halt my actions in case she came and locked me in forever. Dark Genie Ch. 04 "Did you enjoy that?" I asked, nibbling on her ear. "Yes, Master," she panted. My hands were currently rubbing her sides and I got to say, this girl could not stay still. "Master?" "Hm?" I replied. I just loved it when she asked me questions. She had this shy face she always makes that bordered the line of innocent and naughty. "Did I do something wrong?" "Of course not, Katie. What made you think you did something wrong?" "Well . . . you uh, . . ." "I'm listening." "You uh, . . . you stopped." My genie is full of surprises. Apparently, I like nymphs because this girl is asking for more! "Well, since you want to keep going, why don't you put my hands where you want them." "I only want them wherever you want them, Master." That rule again?! "Then put my hands where you think I want them." Tentatively, she grabbed my arm and slowly moved it over her thighs. I got the idea, or at least what I thought the idea was, and started rubbing her legs. Katie quickly grabbed my arm and placed it in the same spot where she put it. Did I know what Katie wanted? Absolutely. Will I do it? Absolutely . . . not. At least, not until she told me herself. I moved my hand away from the spot and she groaned in frustration. She immediately put it back and I smiled. "Why do you keep putting my hand there?" I asked. "Because I thought you . . . " she trailed off. "You thought I wanted my hand on your thighs?" I finished for her. "Yes, Master," Katie answered. "Does this hand looks like it wants to be on your thighs?" I asked. I made my fingers wiggle like crazy. Her breathing increased again as she watched my fingers move as wild as possible. I think she even came a little from my little show. Boy, if I could make every girl cum just because I wiggle fingers . . . the very thought of that happening was just too tempting for me. However, I restrained myself from making that wish and instead focused my attention back on Katie, who at the moment, was humping me while staring at my crazy fingers. "Why don't I show you where I wanted you to put my fingers," I suggested. I think she came again. Swiftly, I stuffed my hand inside her panties and set my wiggling fingers to work. She froze for a second, then started bouncing with all the stamina she had in her. Unfortunately, I missed the opportunity to get my finger in and was forced to keep my hand on her mound to hold my position. That's when she started humping my hand. With her not bouncing out of control anymore, I put my other hand inside her bra and grabbed ahold of her breasts. "OH! MASTER!" I just figured it out. Katie always freezes when she feels pleasure and then she uncontrollably takes off. I was more or less grabbing her to keep her in place rather than getting her off. She reached behind for my head again but I moved my head out the way. If she locked me in, then I 'd end up biting my tongue. But, even though she didn't grab my head, she kept her arms up and arched her back. I actually thought she came. I was convinced so much that I took my hands off her. Almost aggresively, she forced my hands back where they were and held her hands over mine so that they won't leave. No you don't, I thought. I haven't gotten any since last night and I'M THE MASTER!! With my finger in her vagina, I rubbed my thumb against her thumb and pinched a nipple, twisting it just a tadbit . . . fine, I pinched and twisted it. You can bet she came this time. Her panties, undoubtedly soaked already, couldn't stop anything by this time and she squirted through her panties and onto my pants. She collasped in my arms, gasping and panting for air. I laid her on the bed and got behind her to get my release. "Xavier!" No, please no, please no, please no, please no. "Yes, Mom." Please leave, please leave! "Xavier! We're going to the store, let's go." No, no, no, no, no, no. "Together?" I asked. Big mistake. Then again, who doesn't make a mistake with a hard on? "Xavier, can you here me?" she asked. Duh, can't you here me? Just then I remembered that I wished this room to be soundproof. "Katie, I wish this room smelled clean and then get in your lamp," I groaned. "Yes, Master," Katie replied. After she went back in her lamp, I changed into a different set of clothes and laid back on the bed. I didn't even get a chance to close my eyes before Mom burst in. "Xavier!" she snapped. "What Mom?!" I yelled. "We're going to the store, let's go," she demanded. I nearly yelled that I didn't want to go to the store. I nearly screamed that I wanted to be left alone. I nearly hollered that I didn't want to become a momma's boy. But again, underneath that sterness, I saw that she didn't want a rift to divide us and that she just wanted to spend some time together with me. I guess she just wanted to do some family bonding. I mean, Mom saw the vacation thing as a way for her and Dad to get closer. I was still upset, I mean, who doesn't get upset from not getting off? She left my room and I put on my socks and shoes and grabbed the lava lamp. I was going to get Katie back out here and wish that I came in her mouth, but I didn't want Mom to get suspicious of me being too slow. I still brought it though. You never know when you'll need a genie. I snatched my phone and earplugs before I left the room and went downstairs to the car. The car. The car was an eyesore. Seriously, I have never seen a more hideous car in my life. If I did, then this would have beaten it by a few thousand light years. The paint was falling off, scratch that, there was no paint left, not even on the roof of the car. The tires needed to be replaced, all four of them, and the only window that wasn't cracked was the rear right window. But, the only reason we never replaced that car was because when time was literally down to its last few seconds, that car could make it halfway around the country if you needed it to. It got us through traffic, made sure I was on time for school, and kept Mom and Dad, he worked as an engineer of some company, from being late with five seconds to spare. Talk about close timing. We even had a highway speed chase with the cops. I don't remember what had happened, but I do know that Mom wasn't taking her foot off the pedal, Dad was worried they would go to jail for kidnapping, and I was yelling, "Faster! Faster!" I don't know how she did it, but Mom managed to lose the cops. I got inside the junk of metal with Mom and she started the car. I forgot to mention this, but the car takes about two to four times to get started. I was going to wish for a better car, but I didn't want Mom to freak out from witnessing my wish. I know first hand what it feels like and its creepy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She left Henry's house and flew off. Henry still had his genie as well as Rachel, Lucy, Brett, and Mark, the last few people I had given genies to. It didn't seem like the genies were being taken in the same order she had distributed, and that worried her. If she knew who had already lost their genies, then she would have been able to get to the next person on their list. Unfortunately, she was left with traveling the country in search for the other Masters. I shouldn't have told him how much there was, she thought. He already had about twenty. I just encouraged him to get it over with. The Matchmaker landed on roof and watched a family of five grab some things needed for the beach and head off to their obvious destination. She really was just paying attention to the twenty year old female, Jessica. She had to look closely to see if Jessica was still in possession of the lamp, or as she wished it in this case, a water bottle. Satisfied that a genie wasn't taken, the Matchmaker flew off to her next candidate, unaware that a mismatch set of cars drove off as well, a few after the family of five and the rest after the Matchmaker. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were going to become regulars at this store, I just knew it. The store, named Hi-5, was just on the outside of the neighborhood, practically in walking distance, maybe biking if need be. Of course, it was a convenience store, so I knew this was nothing more than a pit stop. Empty-handed going in, we walked out with hamburgers for me and a couple of hotdogs for Mom with a supersized cup for each of us. As Mom was struggling to unlock the car, her phone rang. "Xavier, be a dear and grab my phone for me, please," she requested. I set my stuff on top of the car, like any sane person would have done, and reached into her purse for her phone. It was still going off, but Mom had went back to being completely zoned in to get the right key, so I figured I'd save her the hassle and answered it myself. "Hey, baby," a male voice answered. "Yellow," I said, chuckling silently at my own joke. "Martha?" the voice replied. "Is that you?" "Sorry, I woke up like this," I lied, stiffling my laughter. "Must be a sore throat." "Are you serious? That doesn't sound sexy at all," the caller replied, incinerating the joke completely. "Well, FYI buddy, your voice doen't sound any better than mine," I snapped at him. "And do something about that odor, I can smell you through the phone." And with that, I hung up with a triumphant smile on my face. "Who was that?" Mom asked. "Some jerk looking for a sexy voice," I shrugged. "Did you put him in his place?" she wanted to know. "Definitely," I smiled, grabbing our things. We got in the car and had just situated ourselves when Mom's phone rang again. "Good morning, Mr. . . ." she began, before her face scrunched up. "Sir, what do you mean is my . . . I was never sick . . . I didn't answer the phone, that was my son. . . . No, I'm not trying to the blame on him, it's just . . . but I've helped so much! . . . This was just a misunderstanding, let me . . . but . . . but . . ." A second passed before she hung up the phone. Did I do something wrong? I thought. I was going to console her but by the way she was slowly turning her head, by the way her frown was smiling angrily, and by the way I could see those same gears that turned when Dad's two-timing was exposed, I knew my life was suddenly in danger. "Xavier, would you like a hotdog?" she asked out of the blue. Before somebody makes a weird face about an out of place question, let me tell you what would have happened. Whether I accepted it or not, Mom was going to take that weiner and shove it down my windpipe. Then, as her precious son choked, she would apply some makeup and/or mascara and make it so that she would appear to be crying, and rub some ice on herself for good measure. Finally, she was going to jump out the car and yell how I had swallowed an entire hotdog and was choking on it. When the people would come over to help me out, they would find me dead and it would be claimed as an accidental death. "Mom, wait just hear me out for a moment," I pleaded. "Do you know who that was, Xavier?" she growled. The way Mom was holding that hotdog, I figured she found out a way to draw blood with such a small, blunt, and bendable weapon. "No?" I didn't want to answer at all if that turned out to be my Uncle Jerry or a male friend of Mom's. "That was Tim Hall! My boss!" she shook with fury. Scratch that, Mom's boss. "Your boss calls you baby?" I asked, confused. "Isn't that sexual harassment or something? Can't you sue him?" "He is the reason why I'm able to put food on the table," she argued. "Yeah, we could get that done even faster if you sue the bastard," I laughed grimly. "I can't, besides, these days, people are suing each other for random and stupid stuff," she sighed. With her anger crumbling, it seemed like she was only a smaller version of herself. "Just let me get over this. I think it might be better if I left that place anyway." If I every see that guy's face, I was going to mar it with a jagged rock. Nobody, not even me, puts a sad face on my mom. I was going to make sure that the next guy who even gives my mom a lookover knows that he's getting a nut-crushing foot coming his way if he does her wrong. The trip to the store was quiet for the rest of the ride. Although, somewhere along the way, I did catch a glimpse of a smile on Mom's face. Unfortunately, my face was still upset that I didn't get my turn. I'll get it tonight though, you bet I will. Dark Genie Ch. 05 It was a week later that it started. No, I'm not talking about the extinction of humanity. It was something worse than that: school. For some people, school would be considered heaven. That is, if they didn't do anything for the summer. But in my case, there is no such thing as heaven in school. In my school, you don't even get the chance to walk on the campus if someone wanted to grind your face on the pavement. Welcome to Dalton Academy. Now don't get me wrong, Dalton Academy was not an overall bad school. It had its perks. It was one of those schools that could hold Pre-K all the way up to even college students, so you can bet your bottom dollar it was pretty huge. But being this big isn't the only thing Dalton can boast about. For instance, academically, we are in the top five schools recommended for middle schoolers to go to. Athletically, we're in the top three. But that was just for show. If you looked closer than normal, and discerned what was really happening, then you could see for yourself just what I was talking about. It was more like a puppet show and the audience was laughing at someone else's misfortune. Not to mention, the misfortune was painful most of the time. So it would make sense that to survive in this school, a person would need a high tolerance of pain, and that doesn't come easily. At the moment you wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with the school. The campus itself was already full of students laughing and sticking close to their friends, but I could feel the tension. Everyone was on high alert since the school's two greatest frienemies, Brad Nelson and Peter Marlow, just tore down their truce. History lesson: Brad Nelson and Peter Marlow were two new kids on the same day. Of course, they were gauged for popularity status. It didn't take long to see that Brad was a prodigy in all three aspects of school life: appearance, academics, athletics. As such he was almost automatically instituted into the popularity group. Peter, however, wasn't the best in all three aspects. Instead, he turned to minority crime and managed not to get caught. Strangely, he gathered a following of those who didn't want to follow the system and somehow created his own empire in the school. The two were supposed to have kept the truce until their graduation day, but everyone knew one of them couldn't wait that long. While their confrontation was going on, I put as much distance between me and the closest person and pulled out my lamp. I actually found out that I was supposed to rub the thing with my hand, as I had unnoticeably done in the beginning. Making sure no one was watching, I gave it a good rub and thick blue smoke puffed out, then breathed in by Katie. "Alright Katie," I said, "this is the last time we're going to practice. I need to know that you can handle answering questions on your own." "I can do it, Master," Katie replied. "I said don't call me Master in public," I chastised her. "Only when the two of us are alone are you allowed to do that." "Sorry Xavier," Katie said. "Now, they most likely won't ask you this question, but this is how they will identify you," I began. "What is your personality?" "A care-free, but possessive schoolgirl," she answered. "Now these questions, they will ask," I continued. "What is your name?" "Katie Richards." "When is your birthday?" "October 31,1997." "Where do you live?" "5916 Hammer Avenue." "What do you like to do on your leisure time, or what do you like to do for fun?" "Draw ponies." "Be serious." "Okay, I like to watch comedy and horror flicks." I accidentally found that out the hard way. "Who's your favorite actor and actress, singer, political speaker, etc.?" "My favorite actor is Jim Carrey and Robert Downey, Jr., my favorite actress is Jennifer Lawrence and Debby Ryan. My favorite singer is the band Linkin Park and Deadmau5. And I don't care who is in charge of the government, so long as I live in peace." "And the most important question of all . . . Do you have a boyfriend and what is he like?" "Yes I do. His name is Xavier Knight, he has a loyal personality, and he is deliciously hot." I came up with that part. With the questions out of the way, I gave her a brief look over to make sure her uniform was exactly like the rest of the female students. White button down shirt, black slacks, and blue shoes. She also had a blue ribbon in her hair, more for looks than to actually keep the hair out of her face. When I finished my inspection, I gave myself a look over. I, like all the male were, wore a black button down shirt over khaki pants and black shoes. The bell rang, and I rushed to make sure nothing was wrong with me. "Katie, I wish we had the same classes," I said. "You got it," she nodded, eyes quickly flashing. One of the things I like about Katie now is that I was able to get around the whole "Yes, Master" thing. Instead of her being a stiff, obedient genie, she is now a more flexible genie. Speaking of which, there are a lot of things that I also found out about her. Being a flexible genie meant that she was able to do some things on her own like a regular girl. Unfortunately, that also meant she had to learn a multitude of things that regular girls were supposed to know. Like last week, Mom caught me feeding Katie cereal. To her, it was a romantic thing. In reality, I was teaching her how to properly eat instead of trying to gulp the whole bowl and drown her lungs. We entered the gymnasium and I looked for friendly faces. With her new personality, Katie thought friendly faces meant a smile and that the first guy that flashed her a smile looked 'friendly' enough. I had to remind her that I was the one looking for the friendly faces. As it turned out, I didn't have to look at all. They were in the same corner from when we first met up . . . on the other side of the gymnasium. Was I excited to see my friends? Absolutely. Did I want to walk as fast as I could so we could catch up on old times? Absolutely. Did I want the whole gymnasium to see me walk across the floor with a girl everyone on earth knew I had no business being with? Well . . . when its put that way, I guess I should have gone around to the other entrance. It felt like I had done something illegal. I mean, there wasn't one pair of eyes that wasn't looking at me. And these weren't goo-goo eyes either. These were the death in every possible way type of eyes that they were giving me. I mean, the guys were jealous that they didn't have a breathtaking girl on their shoulders and the girls were jealous that the guys would even think that. And then, just when we sat down, I almost missed it, Katie did a slow turn and gave just about everyone an eye that dared anyone to touch me. I'd love to see the day anyone got on her bad side. Now, the only two people who were actually surprised that Katie was right next to me was my two buddies, Louis Farland and Nick Campton. Louis was a weird kid. Let me tell you now, if you go into his house, you better be part cat because you'll need all nine lives to get out of there. Just saying. He was pretty tall, just a bit above six feet, and had sandy hair. If you can get over the fact that he likes to cook weird food, then you'll realize that he's just a chef prodigy looking for a new recipe. Nick was my best friend. We met in the neighborhood I lived in before I moved and stuck together since his name was the same as my dad's. Not to mention, Nick was smart and athletic. He could be a tight end or a center if he played football and/or basketball. The only reason why he was staying under the radar was of the jocks reputation. However, we both knew that was a lie. The friendship that we had would have immediately been destroyed by one of the empires on their quest to seek more members. And then there's me. I like to sleep. If anyone forgot that, let me tell you what I did last week. I taught Katie how to act more human, I ate, had sex twice a day, and besides my bathroom duties, I was sleeping. You wouldn't believe it, but I make it my mission to be in bed by nine o'clock. Why? Because the moment I fall asleep, I'm like a rock. I sleep so deeply, you'd need dynamite to wake me up. I wasn't like this before though. When I was young, I loved moving around, I just couldn't stay still. But one day, my friends Jerk and Doofus decided to play a trick on me. They took a cup of water, grabbed a bunch of sleep aiding pills and mixed them together. When I came inside, thirsty like a desert, I drank that and was out like a light. I woke up, the next day, in the hospital and found out what my friends did. By then, the joke was dead. I learned that my heart randomly stopped a few times. Now, I don't eat or drink anything from anybody; if I want something, my own two legs are sufficient enough to go get it. "Xavier, where did you . . . " Louis began, amazed. "In my new neighborhood," I laughed. "I live right next to her." "Does she have a sister?" Nick asked. "Nope," I psuedo-sighed. "Man, why is it that every babe is an only child?" he groaned. She giggled and suddenly it seemed like everybody within earshot was looking at her. "How did you . . . " Louis tried again. "I was lost and she was on her way back from the store," I explained. "At night," Katie added. I was shocked, but I managed to hide it well. Katie was learning real quick what would get a guy's attention. If it was anymore possible to get close to someone without touching them, then these boys did it. They were so close, she and I had shade from the lights. One guy even tried to be sneaky about it. He was standing next to her, a little stiff, like he claimed that spot. The moment he moved his foot, Katie looked him dead in the eye. "Touch me and I'll skin you alive and hang you by it," she growled. I don't know what it was that made a man get hard from a woman threatening him, but when I find out I'll tell you. At the moment, that's what happened to the poor dude. He was automatically bumped out the group and had to walk away in shame. The rest of the guys took over the extra space but this time, she had a one or two inch berth between her and them. A few minutes later, a teacher walked in carrying stacks of paper with a desk brought in behind her. One by one, she read off the students names and we all received our schedules for the year. As I wished it, Katie and my schedules were the same. The rest of the guys were cautious enough not to anger Katie as they checked to see if they had any classes with her. A few of them had a class or two, but aside from that, no one in the group had the same classes as her. The bell rang and the group dispersed. As Katie and I got up, one of the guys decided to call her bluff or, at least he thought it was. The moment she walked past him, the guy grabbed a handful of her ass, gave it a nice squeeze and yelled "HONK!". His friends thought it was funny. I was livid. Someone touched my genie, my girl, my Katie without my permission, not to mention in a derogative act and thought he would get away with it. I was going to put him in his place without a second to spare but Katie beat me to it. The second his hand left her, she did a full spin and connected her right heel to his temple. The guy went down, sprawled on the floor like wasted food. A second didn't even pass before Katie was on him like a wild cannibal. I rushed over and tugged her off. Surprisingly, the guy who looked like he was growing apples on his face. I put Katie in a tight hold and rocked sideways until our backs were facing the guys. "You okay?" I asked. "Yes, Xavier," she replied, "It's just I don't anyone else touching me but you." "Same here," I agreed. "I don't think he'll be doing that again, but to be sure, I wish he ran up and fell down the stairs and everyone saw that instead of this." "Yes, Xavier," she responded. She closed her eyes as they flashed to hide the light from any snooping eyes. We walked out of the gymnasium and into the river of students as we looked for our class. I thought I just saw it when Katie suddenly yanked me back to her. That earned me, yes ME, a few angry looks and I gave one to Katie. I was about demand what her deal was when her lips attacked mine in hunger. Immediately, my anger dissipated and I fed her lips whatever they wanted: tongue, cheeks, neck . . . neck?! My neck had her undivided attention and it seemed she still wasn't satisfied. The bell rang and the last of our audience rushed off to get to class on time. "Xavier," she breathed into my ear. "Yeah baby, what do you want me to do?" I whispered back. "I . . . I . . . I need you," she moaned, sexily. I just realized that if someone were to walk by, they would have seen a girl crawling up her boyfriend wanting more than lips could provide. "I got you covered," I said. I carried her around the corner, out of sight of any nearby cameras. "I wish we were on the roof." I was staring at the clouds a second later. The roof was clean, but I still wished we had a mat for comfort and that no one could see nor hear us. I kissed her and grabbed her shirt, unbuttonning it as fast as possible. However, I was touching skin a second later and to my surprise, Katie had magically taken off all of our clothes. If she wasn't the horniest woman in the world, I thought. She got into her favorite position, that being missionary which meant I was doing all the work this time, and reached out for me. "Xavier," she pleaded. I pinned her down, but didn't penetrate her. "It's Master now, Katie," I reminded her. "Mas - OH!" she gasped as I entered in her needing pussy. I love cutting her off, she makes the sexiest faces when it happens. And I do it every time. "You better shout to the heavens, Katie, cause no one down here is going here you," I smiled. There was no mistake, she had been waiting for this since for quite some time now. She was wet, tight, and my favorite, sensitive. I think she feels it twice as much a regular girl does, but I wasn't one to complain. If anything, I think I was the one who made her like this. I mean, whenever we did it at the house, I started off licking her real good. This will never get old, I thought as I pistoned in and out of her. And just as fast as I was going, I stopped even faster when I realized I was missing out on something. "On your knees, Katie," I ordered. Confused, she did as she was told. "Apparently, I'm the only one giving special service. Today that will change. Today, you will learn how to suck." "Suck what, Master?" she asked. I should have done this when we first met. Man, her on her knees was becoming too tempting for me to concentrate. Perhaps I should wait until later on tonight, I thought. As if she could read my mind, she wiggled her bottom and smiled mischievously. That snapped me back to reality and I gave her a SMACK on her bottom just because. "You are going to suck me off," I declared. No sooner had I said those words that she did a low sweep and kicked my legs out from under me. I hit the mat hard, but with no pain, and my mind was temporarily disoriented. At that moment, something took my dick in and was immediately giving it the pleasure only a dick could receive. When I refocused, I found out that Katie was just about doing every trick in the Book of the Best Blowjobs. She was bobbing, deepthroating, did a corkscrew with my cock (HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?) and slurping. I don't know whether it was the sight of her deepthroating me or when she just licked the tip of my now sensitive dick in between her boobs, but SOMETHING made me erupted inside those gorgeous lips glued to my cock. She wasn't even surprised when it happened. As a matter of fact, she didn't even stop. I'm truly sorry to say it, but I almost had to pry those lips off. "Master, would you like to continue from before?" Katie asked, licking her lips. She did that on purpose! I thought. I propped myself on my elbows and tried to catch my breath. Evidently, this girl was too horny to wait because she pushed me back onto the mat and straddled my cock. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts and started riding my regrowing cock for more cum. I kneaded her breasts and rolled them to and fro. She leaned forward and kissed me, our tongues doing the tango like the professionals they were. She moaned in my mouth and that's when I made my move. I pinched her nipples and, regretfully, temporarily dislodged my cock from her perfect pussy and spun her around. On her knees, I pushed my cock back inside her and started going all out on her. Katie couldn't make intellectual words at this point and by the time we came together, she was drooling from both of her lips, one was regular saliva while the other was our love juices mixed together. "I love you, Master," she breathed slowly, " I love you, Master, I love you, Master." "I love you too, Katie," I replied. Slowly, we managed to put our clothes on. I just about attacked her again when she put on her panties, but I put my hormones on the back burner. We still classes to go to, unfortunately. I wished that we were back in class, nobody noticed our absense, and that we knew heard everything the teacher was saying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two times. Two times! We had sex two more times before we got home! The first time was before lunch started. The second was right after lunch ended. When the third started on the bus, I had to wish for some invisible tape and and a vibrating dildo just to hold her off. And even then, she wanted me to twist her nipples a bit. It was a good thing she sat next to the window. Now I'm not a cruel person, so I wished that stuff away so she could walk to the house in a regular manner. It might have been just around the corner, but that didn't matter. Normal people don't walk with toys stuck up their crotches, at least not the ones I know. That turned out to be a bad move though. Turns out she wanted that stuff to stay on. But no matter how much she pleaded, I wouldn't budge. That angered her to the point that her horniness went down a few notches. Grumpily, she didn't say anything to me and walked ahead of me. As awkward as it was, I chalked it up to it being her new personality and hurried after her. Let me tell you now, I had no idea I just made a grave mistake. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TRYING TO GET FREAKY WITH MY DAUGHTER?!!" yelled the loudest voice I have ever heard. What the - "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION?!!" the voice continued. Who the - "It's okay, Dad," Katie interrupted. What?! "KATIE, I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING ANY GUYS HOME UNLESS I MET THEM FIRST!!" the man continued to yell. "But Dad, you did meet him. You met him a month ago," Katie replied, calmly. I did? I met this guy a month ago? "Fine! But let me tell you something, boy," the man glared. "If I so much as think that you're going to break my daughter's heart, and boy do I ever, I'll make you famous real fast. You don't have much meat on your bones, so you'll just be an appetizer for those who has to wait. Limited edition: Boneless Boyfriend. You catch my drift, boy?" If I nodded any faster, I would've broken my neck. He said good-bye to Katie, gave me one last scowl, got in his car and drove off. There wasn't a lot of people I fear, just my mom and that's it, but I can guarantee you that I didn't want to see if his bark was worse than his bite. The guy looked like he was built of pure muscle. I guess he would stand at seven feet tall, more or less, and would weigh around 200 to 250 pounds. And before I forget, this dude was practically larger than life itself. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and everywhere in between was just about twice the size of a normal human. Dark Genie Ch. 05 I turned to follow Katie and was perplexed as to why she was going in that monstrous man's house. It then dawned on me that this dude's house sat right next to mine, as if I wanted to see his face anymore than I had to. I hate to say it, but if this is how she likes her horror, then I'm going just so I can get her out of there. She unlocked the door (how I don't know) and held it open for me. "Uh, Katie, are you sure we should be in here?" I asked. "I mean, people don't break into other people's houses unless they plan on stealing something." "Master, this is where I live," she laughed. "Since when?" I inquired, scratching my head. "Two weeks ago," she beamed. I guess having something of her own besides her lamp was important to her. "You told your mom that you met us a month ago and that we lived next to you guys. You also told her that my 'dad' was a chef at World's Gourmet." It was all coming back to me now. "But why did you make him look like that?" I asked. I may have said that, but that didn't mean I wanted a guy who could step on me, literally. "I did some research at school and it's said that World's Gourmet has some brutal fights," she informed. "And they bring in a lot of cargo for cooking." I have to applaud her. She did her homework faster than I thought. "Would you like to see my room?" Katie giggled. "You don't have to ask me twice," I smiled, following her upstairs. She walked to a blue door and opened it real slowly as if she was suddenly worried that I might not like it. I gave her an encouraging smile and she pushed the door open all the way and we stepped inside. And man, I don't think I'll be able to see any other color besides blue after today. From the ceiling to the floor, the only thing anybody would was blue. The ceiling was light blue, the walls were blue and getting darker as it neared the floor, which was covered by a navy blue carpet. Katie just might become an interior designer if she wanted to, I thought. Without warning, I was pushed onto the bed and my clothes poofed into smoke. Confused, I turned over and Katie straddled me. "I was so close when you told me to take those toys away," she purred. "Oops," I grinned stupidly. "Oops isn't going to cut it," Katie growled. Unexpectedly, her eyes flashed and my arms were cuffed to the bedpost. This girl is serious. I fell into a trap, I thought. "Now, you're going to make me cum, and I want to cum all night long. And no wishes." "Fine," I agreed. "What if your father comes home?" "Daddy works until midnight on slow nights, and today is not a slow night," she grinned. However, instead of filling herself up with my cock, she climbed up my body and sat on my face. "Get licking." I got licking. I found out immediately that licking was to be done with both hands. I also learned that a girl who wanted to cum all night long (wishes excluded) would ride you face in an attempt to 'help' you, when in fact they're just making it harder on for the lickers to make to them cum. The last thing I found out was that Katie meant business. She hooked her legs underneath my shoulder blades and locked my head in between her thighs. Although this was a heavenly place to be, I knew I wouldn't have to worry about her dad if I didn't get her to cum. I started looking for her clit and give myself an edge on making her cum. Fortunately, she didn't care how I made her cum so long as she came hard, just like she likes it. Suddenly, my mind brought up the memory of when I first gave her a good licking. Uh-oh, I thought. Simultaneously, Katie tightened her grip on my head and I was suddenly riding the wildest ride in history . . . again. Thankfully, I was close enough to keep my mouth in contact with her honey pot cause I did not want to make this any harder than it had to be. But I don't think that mattered anyway. In searching for her clit, I found it right where I remembered it would be and clamped down on it. What I forgot to remember was that Katie would crank it up a hundred notches when I did just that. By this time, I wasn't even licking her anymore, nor was I trying. I don't think she even noticed. At the moment, my face itself was sufficient enough to drive her crazy. It wasn't long until her clit ran over my nose. Like always, she froze and I gave her a quick lick. Ferociously, she came like harder than Niagara Falls. I still don't know what splashed my face, but I did my best to lap up as much as possible. Panting, she had to steady herself on the posts and took a few deep breaths. My job is done, I thought. Unfortunately, my arms were still cuffed to the bedpost and it didn't look like Katie was going to let me go. "I said I wanted to cum all night long," she reminded me. You don't hear me crying for help, do you? Dark Genie Ch. 06 It was rare to find the Master bored. He was used to working on something. But, he just finished working on his paperwork hours ago and there were no new updates on the Matchmaker. The last report on her was the success of locating nine more genies and that it seemed she still hadn't noticed them following her, although they did have some trouble keeping up with her. That wasn't his concern, though and he left them to continue their assignment. And with that, he had nothing to do. Everybody but him was doing something productive. The rest of the day looked like it had nothing in store for him. "Venus!" He called. She walked through the door almost immediately as if she was standing by the door, waiting to be called. "Do you have any information on the boy and his genie from Hawaii?" "No Master," Venus replied. "Are you able to sense any nearby genies or Masters?" he inquired. "No Master," Venus answered. "That ability has not been unlocked yet." "It was such a good ability," the Master said. And he wasn't wrong. All the genies had sensor that could locate the closest genies by creating a transparent sphere that would continue to grow until it bumped into another genie. The Master caught the first eleven using that ability before the Matchmaker wised up to his antics and disabled that ability for all genies. If I hadn't been so careless, then this search would have been over years ago, the Master thought. He rubbed his temple to straighten out his thoughts and suddenly an idea came to mind. "Venus, are you able to . . . detect recently made wishes?" the Master asked. "I can try, Master," she replied. Her eyes turned red again she faced away from the Master and pointed at the wall. "A wish was made in that direction only an hour ago." "Seriously?" the Master asked. "That short?" "I can't give you any details about what the wish was about, though," Venus informed. "Forget about the details, I don't care about them," the Master smiled. "Let's go. And keep up with that direction." They went down to the garage where the Master's white Chevy Impala was parked. The Master put shades on Venus and ordered one of his drivers, Roland, to listen to the instructions Venus gave him. They drove off without hesitation and the Master wished they weren't noticed if they went above the speed limit. Venus muttered a low "Yes, Master," and the Master ordered Roland to step on it. Roland was a great driver, he was a former cab driver before he was jailed for excessive driving above the speed limit. They wove in and out of traffic and nearly ran over at least ten people, and counting, before they got off the main road. Per Venus' instructions, Roland turned in to a neighborhood and kept driving until they came up to the house. Venus' eyes cleared of the red glow and she looked at her Master and nodded her head. The Master stepped out the car and Venus followed, knowing that if things didn't go according to plan, she would definitely be needed to take control of the situation. They stepped up to the house and heard music playing a bit too loud. "Slumber party?" the Master asked. "No, I hear water, Master. It must be a pool party," Venus observed. "Venus, establish the telepathic connection," the Master ordered, as he knocked on the door. "We need to be ready if this Master doesn't accept my generous offer." "Yes, Master," Venus nodded. "Master, out of curiousity, how do you plan on finding this Master?" "Let me worry about that, Venus," the Master pondered. It didn't even take a second for him to think, the idea just popped up. The link finished connecting just as the door opened and a girl in a red tight swimsuit stepped out. The Master restrained himself expertly and kept his eyes on her face although his eyes wanted to glue themselves to her breasts. She also had a magnificent light tan as if she was sunbathing. 'Venus, who is this girl?' He thought to Venus. Even though names weren't important to him, the Master wanted to be polite before he took her for himself. "Yes?" the girl asked. 'Venus, put her to sleep,' the Master ordered. Venus' eyes glowed beneath the sunglasses the girl would have dropped like a rock if it wasn't for the Master catching her. Coconut filled his nostrils as the girl leaned against him and his hard-on grew an extra inch. 'Put her in the car, and make sure Roland doesn't touch her,' the Master told Venus She snapped her fingers and the girl disappeared from the front porch. 'Done,' Venus thought. They stepped in the house and slowly walked towards the living room. It was a good looking house, but it looked a bit remodeled. Nobody was in the room at all, so the Master and Venus took a seat on the couch, knowing that the Master would walk through the room at some point. There were shrieks and laughter as the girls outside splashed around. They waited around fifteen minutes before the Master grew tired of sitting as wished for an accident to happen. Automatically, a scream went off and one girl began crying. 'These are young adults?' the Master asked, incredulously. 'Apparently, not that girl,' Venus replied. 'Master, one of the girls are coming inside.' 'Put her to sleep,' the Master yawned. Venus' eyes glowed, but they immediately turned off when she tried to activate the wish. 'It didn't work, Master,' Venus reported. 'Venus, severe the link connection,' the Master ordered. Time to get to work, he thought. Adrenaline automatically coursed through the Master's veins as he sat up straight and waited for the girl to come in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brittany went inside and retrieved a few towels for Ivy. If there was a more clumsier person than Ivy, then that would most likely be the end of the world. No one was more dumber than Ivy, not to mention she cries whenever she doesn't get her way. A spoiled brat, thought Brittany. She just a whiney, spoiled brat. Brittany knelt and wiped the blood and glass from her foot to get a good look at her cut. As it turned out, the cut was only a small one, one that didn't need a band-aid at all. Gruffly, she walked back inside and noticed a man and a woman sitting on her new couch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who the hell are you?" she growled. "Venus, lock the doors and put everyone in a deep sleep," the Master demanded. "They can wake up after we leave." "Yes, Master," Venus complied and all the girls outside fell asleep. "Venus," the Master growled. She rolled her eyes and the girls in the water were moved to the grass. "You're a Master?!" Brittany asked, shocked. "Yes I am," the Master nodded. Playing dumb, he asked, "Am I correct to assume you're a Master as well." "Yep, but my genie calls me Mistress," Brittany smiled. "I guess you want to see my genie as well, huh. Donnie, get down here!" A shirtless, overly muscled man came down the stairs and walked up to Brittany's side. Oh, this is going to be fun, the Master frowned. Donnie popped a few of his bones, obviously trying to intimidate the both of them, however, it only amused the Master a bit while Venus was unimpressed. "This is Donnie," Brittany introduced, lovingly. "Oh! I didn't introduce myself did I? I'm sorry, my name is Brittany. What's yours?" "Names aren't important at the moment," the Master answered. Brittany's smile temporarily faltered at the denial, but it came back as she shrugged it off. "So then what are you doing here?" Brittany asked. "I was informed that there was an ancient relic in this general area," the Master replied. "I thought it would be wise to see if I can find it and add it to my collection of ancient things. It's a hobby of mine, you see." "In my house?" Brittany said. "My parents don't like to keep random old junk in the house. As a matter of fact, anything older than five years is sold off, except major items like the car or TV." "Then it might have been thrown out," the Master thought out loud. "Wait, why don't you wish your genie to find it?" Brittany suggested. "She can't detect it,"the Master informed. Venus smiled on the inside, knowing the Master was a devious genious whenever he wanted. "Donnie, locate the closest ancient relic to us," Brittany ordered. "Yes, Mistress," Donnie replied. His eyes briefly flashed yellow before stating, "The closest ancient relic is 2,037 miles away." "I guess there is no ancient relic here," Brittany shrugged. "No, there's one here all right. Just where would it be?" the Master pondered. "You heard what Donnie said," Brittany frowned, "there isn't one here and Donnie doesn't lie to me." "Can't," the Master corrected. "Donnie can't lie to you." "So then why are you still here?" Brittany asked, uneasily. "Because I believe we all know what I'm talking about," the Master answered. Brittany put two and two together real fast. "You're here for Donnie, aren't you?" Since the facade was no longer in use, the Master stood up and Venus followed suit. They all saw that the Master was a head taller than Donnie and Brittany suddenly realized the situation just went sour. "You know, I can heavily compensate you for Donnie," the Master offered. "I could turn your life around 180 degrees if you give me Donnie." "Thanks, but no thanks. I can get that with Donnie," Brittany stated. "Right. Of course you can," the Master said. He stepped back and said, "Venus." Without warning, ceramic plates and bowls flew in from the kitchen and went straight for Brittany and Donnie. Brittany jumped out the way on impulse, leaving Donnie to be pummeled into the wall by the dishes. She ran back for her genie, but Venus eyes glowed and the rug beneath them sprung up and wrapped itself around Brittany, then slammed itself against the wall. Enraged, Donnie called for the books from the rooms upstairs and they flew straight for Venus. Like an expert, Venus stopped them in their tracks and sent them right back at Donnie. "Donnie, get me out of this!" Brittany yelled. His eyes glowed to do the wish, but Venus smacked him with a book and the wish was terminated. "Fight back, Donnie! Kill them!" Brittany screamed. He raised the dishes and used them to deflect the incoming books from Venus. An idea came to his mind and he made the lights come down on Venus. Unfortunately, she caught it and tossed it to the side. Donnie then reached for Brittany and made the rug uncurl and Brittany fell to the floor. He made the movies fly at Venus at wicked speed, but Venus caught them all and shot them at Donnie twice as fast. Brittany ran and tried to tackle Venus but she slipped on a well placed movie case. The Master smiled. Of course he knew this might happen, so he knew that it would have been better if Venus learned to fight rather than justing wishing her to. Her hard work was clearly paying off. Donnie lifted Brittany behind him and they backed up as their opponents stalked them up the stairs. Instantly, Donnie sent a door down the staircase and Venus caught it. Unexpectedly, Donnie crashed through the door and fell on top of Venus. She kneed him in the abdomen and kicked him off her. He flew back up the stairs with the broken door and snapped it in half. Sending them down, he then made the hallway light fall towards Venus. She blocked the first door piece, sending it into the living room, and used the other piece to block the hallway light. Donnie jumped again, but this time, Venus used the door piece to swat him into the living room. The Master looked at Brittany and smiled maliciously. "You should've said yes," the Master told her. "I offered to pay you well and you rejected me. And if you must know, I always get what I want, no matter what anybody says." "You're just a rich, little brat!" Brittany hollered. "Name calling?" the Master grinned, keeping his ego in check. "I thought you were an adult." "I am, but you're acting like a child," Brittany glared. "We'll see who the child is," the Master laughed. She heard a huge cracking sound in her room and, upon investigating it, she saw a huge hole in the middle of her room. She looked through it and saw Donnie had broken the floor piece in two and was struggling to keep the forks and knives Venus was controlling from cutting him. Brittany jumped through the hole and landed on top of Venus. She rolled out of the way as Donnie picked up a computer and sent it to finish Venus off. Venus, however, stopped it without even looking and sent it right into the wall. This had gone on long enough, the Master decided. "Stop!" the Master ordered. Venus stopped fighting after she made sure Donnie wasn't going to attack her. "While I do not condone the abuse of women, I will make an exception if it gets me what I want." He stepped towards Brittany and Donnie blew it. He leaped over Venus, made the stair post tear off and he made it go straight for the Master. The Master didn't even blink, he just raised his hand, caught it, and in a sweeping motion, he whacked Donnie across the face and sent him flying back across the room. "Venus," the Master ordered. She dropped the floor piece she had picked up and walked over to Donnie. Grabbing his head, she forced his eyes open and stare into her own. "I am the First! Obey me!" she demanded. Donnie suddenly starting shaking uncontrollably. His limbs were strangely unmoving but his body was shaking with all it had. Brittany ran over to pull Venus off, but the Master caught her arm and pulled her back, then stood between her and the genies. Donnie's shaking soon stopped and in a monotone voice, he said, "I will obey." Venus glowed her eyes and a painted box floated through the hole. It opened and Donnie evaporated and sucked into the box, then it closed. A satisfied smile spread across the face of the Master as he grabbed the box, victorious in today's mission. He was going to help Venus and let her lean on his arm, but she straightened up on her own. She was never the one to receive help, he thought. He heard a sniffle and noticed Brittany's face was contorting as she tried to fight her tears. He felt no sympathy or pity for her. Her insults still ran through his mind. "I wish for a mental connection, Venus," the Master said. To Brittany, he said, "And just so you know, I'm borrowing one of your friends to satisfy my insatiable hormones. She might be back sometime between a day to a year. Or I just might keep her forever." "YOU MONSTER!!" Brittany screamed as the Master said as he led Venus to the door. 'Venus, I wish everything was as it was before we arrived,' the Master ordered, 'and that Brittany doesn't remember anything about having a genie.' 'Yes, Master,' Venus answered, eyes flashing briefly. He closed the door and led her to the car. Sighing, he commented, "It feels good to destroy people's lives."